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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Kageyama_Tobio/Sugawara_Koushi
  Character:
      Kageyama_Tobio, Sugawara_Koushi
  Additional Tags:
      Choking, Breathplay, Fantasizing, Masturbation, Gift_Fic, Time_Skips
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-17 Words: 2014
****** take a deep breath ******
by doxian
Summary
     Suga blinks and leans forwards slightly in interest.
     "Tobio," he says, slowly, "are you asking me to choke you?"
Notes
     so i heard u like kagesuga
See the end of the work for more notes
1st year
Kageyama goes home angry.
The rest of the team had showered at school after practice, probably stopped by
the meat bun place after that. Kageyama had skipped out on both in favour of
getting home and getting away from them all as quickly as possible.
He stinks of sweat. The stench had settled into the fabric of his volleyball
uniform during the walk back, turning it damp and tacky. Once he steps into the
bathroom he turns on the faucet of the tub and yanks the pieces of clothing off
of himself while he waits for it to fill.
Summer’s almost over. He still hasn’t gotten the hang of the new toss he’s been
practicing, and he’s not sure if he’s more frustrated with himself or Hinata.
It’s always Hinata, disrupting Kageyama’s rhythm and not making any sense and
yet somehow managing to click with him in a visceral, instinctive way that he
can’t explain.
He kicks his clothes away from him across the tiled floor.
He wants to be angry at Hinata for pushing him along too quickly, for
thoughtlessly wresting away Kageyama’s carefully maintained control like he
always does, but he can’t, not really. Not when he knows, deep down, that
Hinata’s right. He might be more comfortable with a Hinata who blindly trusts
in his tosses, but they'll be all the stronger if they evolve.
So what's left is frustration, itchy and directionless, crawling over his skin
like a colony of ants.
Once the tub is full, he gets in and scrubs the day's dirt away too hard, hard
enough that his skin is left raw and pink from the friction and from the nearly
scalding heat of the water.
He doesn't get any less angry, which in turn makes him even angrier that he
can't calm down and forget about this. He wants to punch something, throw
something; he wants to--
He shoves himself under the water, sending it surging over the tub's rim in
waves and splashing to the floor.
His feet dangle over the edge of the bath. He keeps his eyes open, the soap in
the water pricking a little as he watches the white ceiling warp and ripple
through the lens of the liquid surrounding him.
He holds his breath. Counts to sixty. His lungs start to burn towards the two
minute mark, so he sits back up. Gasps. Promptly pushes himself under again.
This time he makes it to a minute and a half before letting his breath out
under the water, slowly, resurfacing surrounded by bubbles.
He feels better, after that.
—
2nd year
Kageyama can't put his finger on when his admiration and respect for Suga
morphed into admiration, respect, and the compulsion to think of him while
jerking himself off.
There's more to it than that, of course. They're friends now. Maybe not as
close as Suga is to his ex-classmates, but definitely more than Kageyama is
friends with Tsukishima, who he's actually on bearable terms with now, or
Yamaguchi. That Suga is a friend makes this whole thing even more embarrassing
than it would be otherwise. Kageyama comforts himself with the fact that at
least Suga will never find out about this. Not unless he messes up and lets it
slip somehow, and he has fewer opportunities to do that now that Suga is at
university. He doesn't have to witness Suga changing clothes in the club room
any more or deal with how often Suga would casually touch him, far too easy and
familiar.
But then he's not sure Suga would have been distracting to him like this a year
ago. He might have reacted differently to Suga's touches compared to everybody
else's. He thinks he vaguely remembers standing a little straighter under
Suga's fingertips. But it's easy to think that now; to look back and derive
significance that might not have been there.
It doesn't really matter, though - when Kageyama started feeling like this.
Suga has always been important to him, no matter in what capacity.
He's lying on his bed. He'd been idly palming himself through his boxers; now,
he slides his hand under his waistband, wrapping his fingers around himself,
tight almost to the point of pain. He finds himself dwelling on the quick
motions of Suga's hands when he'd run through volleyball signs with him and
Hinata, all that time ago. He's always liked how Suga's hands are as expressive
as the rest of him.
He strokes himself slowly. Precome gathers at the tip of his cock, smears and
spreads across the inside of his boxers, so he shoves them down.
Suddenly, he thinks of holding his breath. He's never done so in a context like
this, never considered the act as anything other than calming, but it occurs to
him that if it feels good when he's upset, then surely it must feel doubly good
like this?
So he holds his breath, maintaining his deliberately dissatisfying pace. He
rubs his thumb hard over a vein running along the underside of his cock.
Shudders.
Seconds pass. He doesn't count them. When his lungs start to burn and he begins
to feel lightheaded, he thinks about Suga's hands again, and his thoughts and
senses converge and then it's Suga's hands on his neck that he's picturing,
compressing his throat the mere millimeters needed to restrict his breath, and
then air is rushing into his lungs as he loses his focus because he's coming,
he's coming hard over his stomach, and as his heartbeat pounds in his ears the
only thing he can think of is how Suga's elegant, slender fingers felt against
his arm, his shoulder, anywhere he can remember Suga touching him.
—
3rd year
Suga is pressing kisses along Kageyama's neck, along the delicate lines of his
throat, and tingles are spreading over every inch of Kageyama’s skin.
They're at Suga's place, on Suga's bed. Kageyama is sitting with his back
against the wall with Suga halfway in his lap. Even though they’re only
kissing, there's an urgent edge that's more intense than all the previous times
they've done anything else together; that has Kageyama burning hot under his
clothes.
It might be in the way that Suga's hand keeps brushing against his throat. Suga
is cupping his cheek, occasionally moving his hand down to rub his thumb along
his jaw or trace his jugular with his fingers, and Kageyama can hardly stand
it.
"Suga-san," Kageyama says, finally. "Do you think you could..."
Once he breaks the kiss, his words die on his tongue. He isn't sure what he
wants to ask. He's not used to asking anything of Suga in general. He knows, by
now, that there are things Suga likes, but when it comes to himself Kageyama
can't really nail down any preferences aside from that he enjoys seeing Suga
enjoy himself.
But Suga's eyes are trained on him attentively, and so Kageyama asks.
"Put your hands around my neck?"
Suga blinks and leans forwards slightly in interest.
"Tobio," he says, slowly, "are you asking me to choke you?"
Kageyama swallows. He has the urge to look away, but Suga doesn't sound
surprised, or like he thinks the request is weird. He looks eager, his eyes
bright, the beginnings of a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Sometimes Kageyama gets the feeling that Suga is trying to be gentle with him,
like he's protecting Kageyama from a side of himself that, for some reason,
he's deemed Kageyama too naive and inexperienced to see.
There's none of that now. When Kageyama nods in answer to his question, Suga
smiles like he wants to flay Kageyama open.
"I can definitely do that," he says jauntily. "You'll have to show me what to
do, though. I've never done this before."
Kageyama shows him where best to place his hands - close under his ears where
it doesn't hurt. Suga suggests that Kageyama tap his shoulder if he wants him
to stop. And then Suga is shifting in his lap, moving both his hands to
Kageyama's throat.
Kageyama holds his breath.
Suga's hands close around his neck, pressing against the sides, and Kageyama
realizes, giddily, that he couldn't draw breath even if he wanted to. He tries
- his lips parted, his throat working under Suga's fingers. Nothing.
Suga lets go after a few seconds.
"Good?"
He sounds almost as breathless as Kageyama is.
"Yes," Kageyama says. "Could you... again? You can take more time. I've had a
lot of practice."
Suga smiles, pleased, and closes his grip around Kageyama's throat again.
Like Kageyama asked, he keeps his hold for longer, this time, and Kageyama
feels his mind go blissfully blank. His eyes slide shut and his blood pulses -
beat by beat - through his body under Suga's hands. He feels himself start to
stiffen in his jeans and he brings a hand to his lap to grind the heel of his
hand against himself.
Suga lets go again. He looks down at Kageyama's lap.
"Tobio," he says, evenly, "if you want to - touch yourself."
Kageyama wants to. He swallows, undoing his fly and pushing his jeans down just
enough that he can get his dick out.
Suga moves his hands from where he was resting them on Kageyama's shoulders,
Kageyama nods at him, and Suga presses down.
Kageyama sweeps his hand up over his dick and back down. He feels Suga twitch
against his thigh. Tingles skitter from the top of Kageyama's scalp, over his
shoulders and all the way down his spine. He keeps struggling to breathe as he
fists himself - hitching, useless sounds falling from his lips - because it
highlights how he very much can't, not unless Suga lets go, and Suga doesn't
look like he will anytime soon. He's looking at Kageyama intently, his lips
pressed together in concentration, alternating between watching Kageyama's face
to glancing down at where he's stroking himself off. Being so closely observed
like this makes it feel even better, makes Kageyama jerk himself faster, but
then Suga's grip is faltering and air begins to seep into Kageyama's lungs.
"Suga," Kageyama chokes out. "Don't stop, please, not yet--"
Suga stops grinding his hips in small, almost imperceptible circles against
Kageyama's leg and makes a frustrated noise as he tries to fix his grip. Then
Suga's hands are gone. Kageyama starts to protest until he feels Suga's press
his palm against his face, instead, forcefully clamping a hand down over
Kageyama's nose and mouth. His ability to breathe vanishes again and he
squeezes his eyes shut and moans against Suga's hand, speeding up his strokes
until whiteness bleeds across the insides of his eyelids and he's coming all
over his clothes.
He pants as he comes back to himself, pulling air into his lungs. The sweetness
of being able to breathe freely again is almost dizzying.
When he opens his eyes he finds Suga still looking at him, his eyes blown and
his face pink.
"Wow," he says. "You really liked that."
"Yeah," Kageyama says, his voice a contented sigh.
"I... wasn't expecting you to finish so soon," Suga says. It doesn't sound like
a criticism, more like he's filing the information away for later. He pushes up
Kageyama's shirt so that Kageyama will take it off. Kageyama does, balling it
up and tossing it to the floor.
"We'll probably have to wash that," Suga says. "As well as your pants. I can
always lend you some of my clothes again."
Kageyama is paying less attention to the come resting sticky on his skin and
clothes, and more attention to how, although Suga isn't moving against him
anymore, he's still hard against Kageyama's thigh. He tips Suga out of his lap
so that he lands on his back on his bed, then kicks his jeans off before
covering Suga's face in kisses, swiftly working on reducing him to the same
state of undress as Kageyama. Suga laughs, and helps him along, and as he pulls
Kageyama into a kiss he murmurs that maybe Kageyama can try that on him, next
time.
End Notes
     please don't actually hold your breath for an extended amount of time
     by yourself without anyone to spot you, it's dangerous. practice
     erotic asphyxiation safely, friends
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